THE ROMANCE OF REALITY Our World Is Governed by People Who Share Illusions In an age of faith based initiatives and reality based blogs, all that binds us is illusion. If facts are solid earth, illusion is ethereal air. All of us walk the same earth, all of us must breath some air. What we breathe in every day lets us live. We take our illusions deep within us every day, illusions fill our lives. My illusion may not yours.
I see illusion in others, but rarely in myself. I think my view most unique, so I am like everyone else. A buddhist will tell you the world is nothing but illusion. A cynic will as well. A cynic sees illusions others fall into, a buddhist sees illusions we rise out of. Between the cynic and the believer either yawns the gulf of reality or stretches an ocean of dreams.
Poets live by metaphor. This may only be understood by that. Mine is a life of comparison and contrasts. My illusions are my blessing and my curse. Is it stone cold crazy to hold onto your illusions? How else do you live? What illusions have you lost? What illusions do you struggle to keep?